I can see him now
Standing on a street corner
Pastel shades
And a candy stripe parallel
Good time love
Oh, that I'd been much older
Go messing with the boys from the incrowd
But all I could do
Was wish them farewell
What's that strange music
Yeah, what's that fully rhythm
They call it blue beat
But you can call it young love
You can call it tamla dream
Down at your local Motown machine
I need to be loved
Down at your Twisted Wheel
Ooh, down at your Twisted Wheel
For your love
Go down to your Twisted Wheel
Yeah, yeah
Ooh, down at your Twisted Wheel
For your love
Go down to your Twisted Wheel
I can see that little stage
All the hands up in the air
Bombers and blues gonna see us through
Got my new lime suit mohair
With a single vent
Sixteen inch
Got my two-stroke Wheels outside
We only need the High Numbers now
And anything on stateside
I need to be loved
Down at your Twisted Wheel
Ooh, down at your Twisted Wheel
For your love
Go down to your Twisted Wheel
Ooh, down at your Twisted Wheel
For your love
Go down to your Twisted Wheel
Yeah
Ooh, down at your Twisted Wheel
For your love
Go down to your Twisted Wheel
Yeah, yeah
Ooh, down at your Twisted Wheel
For your love
Go down to your Twisted Wheel
Ooh, down at your Twisted Wheel
For your love
Go down to your Twisted Wheel